CUBBY HOLES

بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم

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As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum My Sweet Soan Papdi!

Well, it happened.

I got kicked out of the 24-hour laundromat/restaurant.

But not before I met this Brother who is in the Nation.

He used to be with Farrakhan but I think deep down he knows Fartakhan is no good.

So, we had a REALLY interesting dialogue.

I got to see how people react to Brothers teaching them and it was amazing.

THE BLACKMAN IS GOD.

I just wish more of them knew it.

AND WOULD QUALIFY THEMSELVES FOR THE RULE.

MANY DO KNOW THEY ARE GODS BUT ARE NOT QUALIFIED.

THEY JUST LIKE KNOWING THEY ARE GODS BUT DON’T WANT TO GIVE RESPECT AND HONOUR AND SUBMIT TO THE MAN (MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM BE PRAISED FOREVER) WHO MADE THEM GODS AND ACCEPT THEIR PLACE
ON TOP OF CIVILIZATION.

IN ORDER TO RULE,
YOU MUST BE A SUBMITTING ONE TO THE LORD OF THE WORLDS – MASTER FARD MUHAMMAD, TO WHOM PRAISES ARE DUE

IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER, WHERE THE BLACKMAN IS RULER (MANY PEOPLE THINK IN THE NEW WORLD ORDER THE WHITEMAN WILL STILL RULE, BUT THAT’S THE WORLD THAT IS GOING OUT NOW) WE WILL LIVE IN A THEOCRACY WITH ALLAH (GOD) AS THE HEAD. AND THE SO-CALLED AMERICAN NEGRO WILL RULE ALL OF THE PEOPLE OF THE EARTH. WE ARE THE CHOSEN PEOPLE – THE TAIL THAT WILL BECOME THE HEAD, ACCORDING TO THE BIBLE PROPHECY.

BUT ANYWAY,

Unfortunately, this Brother was extremely intelligent and knowledgeable but I was smarter than he was and I hate that.
I know YOU LOVE IT.

But, as a girl, I want every Blackman to be more intelligent than I am. As crazy as it sounds, it makes me feel stupid for being smarter than they are. I know, I know, it doesn’t make too much sense but I think I feel stupid for them! I feel their stupidity and this Brother was extremely knowledgeable in the Teachings, but he has been following Farrakhan and that is what has been holding him back from reaching his full potential. Hopefully, he will begin just studying The Messenger, The Honourable Elijah Muhammad (May the Peace and the Blessings of Allah Forever Be Upon Him) and he will be unstoppable. I could sense his love and determination for knowledge and Truth. But Farrakhan was stifling him.

So, anyway, he bought me coffee and candy and then went on his way and I was making fliers and handing them out sporadically, but the actual owner was there. (I had been mistaking a doppelganger for the owner) And, he said something to me, but you know I did not want to hear it, so he touched me on my shoulder and I moved away and told him don’t touch me.

These devils have been taking liberties with the Blackwoman ever since they first brought us here to this Hell and I am NOT having it. Those days are OVER! At least with me they are. They might can pull that small time stuff over on the women who work there, but they don’t know any better. I’m an M.G.T. and you are not going to treat me like you treated my poor ancestors who were afraid of you. You will have to kill me before you disrespect me.

So, then he asked me about my fliers and I acted like I couldn’t hear him. I had on my headphones. And it is so sickening watching all those Black people in his restaurant, that is named after a Blackwoman, treating him like he’s their saviour for offering them all that poor food which is destroying their good health. Even the vegetables have meat in them!

He started his business selling meats. So, that is the foundation for his restaurant.

And here I am, a pescatarian, telling everybody how bad the food is there and giving them suggestions of other places they can go to buy GOOD food. I had just finished a blog on the same subject when the doppelganger comes and tells me I have to leave and if I come back they’re going to call the police on me and arrest me for trespassing.

So, I make him refund my money for my laundry card, tell him I’m not afraid of the police, passed out another flier, unhitched Lulu and bounced.

While I was talking to the Muslim, a Sister came up selling World’s Finest chocolates and you know I’m a chocoholic, so I told her I LOVE supporting Black businesses and the Muslim felt bad for having refused her and then offers to buy one and mine too.

Turns out the Sister was raising money for a homeless shelter and I started telling her how I am homeless and I need help with housing. She wasn’t much help being from the Mission, but it made me rethink my decision to go to that place and beg for help.

I felt I had met her there for a reason.

The Muslim tried to tell me to go anyway, but Allah is sufficient. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be here (NOLA) anyway.

So, then I went to the masjid, showered and came out fresh-dressed like a million bucks, threw on my pink M.G.T. uniform and my fly pink Chux. 😉

It was cool today. The muezzin made me laugh, I called him Akhi, and it was like he had never intruded the other day.

I stayed until ‘Isha, bought some Rollos and other goodies from Family Dollar and pushed to the Cubby Hole, which is where I am now.

I’m thinking about going to Jummuah tomorrow, but I’m really stressing because it would be an admission that they’re right, when they’re wrong. But to go to the masjid everyday except Jummuah seems kinda funny to me. But I think I’m over it now. Thanks, Papdi!

When I was leaving the masjid, this Brother came out who looked just like Philip Banks from The Fresh Prince of Bel Air and as he was leaving he said, “As-Salaam-Alaikum.” And I was like, “Whassup, Uncle Phil?” cheerily. Then he goes, “Pardon me?” and I was like,
I mean, Wa Laikum Salaam

LOL

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